Spark in Time

Originally posted on The Book of Hangman:
“Vanitas Still Life” by Michael Conrad Hirt (1630) A poem about mortality, art and legacy.  Written on the 2nd July 2016. “Spark in Time” These numb fingers and this rusting brain. This yellowing parchment and raptor’s mane. Words of power, wisdom and change. On tablet immortal by window…

Unicorns, Spaceships, and Why I Can’t Live Without Them

Originally posted on Uncommon Universes Press LLC:
What is a story? Is it an escape from the troubles of the real world? A morality tale meant to instruct people on good and evil? A nice diversion on a free evening, to be consumed and forgotten? Or is it more? Five years ago, I would have…

4 Tips for Writing in the Midst of Real Life

Life is complex. Writing is complex. And writing while maintaining a life outside of writing is double-complex. If you’re reading this and you’re a fellow part-time novelist (to quote an excellent article by Mike Duran), then hats off to you for continuing on! If you’re reading this and you’re a full-time writer, then you might…

Announcement!

Originally posted on A-Scribe To Describe:
Hey all! It’s August already (wow how time flies) and I’ve participated and won two Camp NaNos, which has put my word count for the year so far at around 65,000 words, and this excludes side projects and any writing I did between May and June. And in a…

The Service Station That Nobody Wants

Originally posted on LemonChronicle:
For many years this old-time vintage service station sits empty and boarded up. Next to it is a highway maintenance operation. Perhaps it could be owned by the government. Regardless of ownership this building would make a great food establishment, gallery, cafe with a book store combination! So sad to see it empty…

Shout Until Your Voice Is Lost

Originally posted on Ash N. Finn:
Cath’s nose picked up on a damp dog kind of smell when she woke up. Her joints were aching and dampness had oozed into her body from the mattress underneath her. The rain had stopped and a beam of sunlight angled its way toward the tip of her nose,…